The stolen Varga. A defiled princess. Those flames had hit the sky like the wrath of a dragon. They all stood there in shock, finally seeing me for what I truly am, A force to be reckoned with. The Dragon Slayer. The hatred in my brother's eyes burned just as bright as the flames, but he had to have known he couldn't get rid of me that easily. I plan to rip open his skin, exposing...